by Paul Lacolley

oozey mess
Cosmic Funnies

if i look back, i am lost
Jules of Nature
NASA

izzy's playlists!
I'd rather be in outer space đ¸
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YOU ARE THE REASON
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
almost home

romaâ
sheepfilms
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Claire Keane
noise dept.
occasionally subtle
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
DEAR READER

Origami Around

seen from Malaysia
seen from Iraq
seen from Iraq

seen from Iraq
seen from Iraq
seen from Iraq
seen from Bangladesh
seen from Malaysia
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Brunei
seen from Italy

seen from Malaysia
seen from Philippines
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
@spock5
by Paul Lacolley
robber: *breaks into my house* me: can I help you find anyth- robber: just looking
You are closed and shuttered to me now, a room without doors or windows, and I cannot enter. But I fell in love with you under the open sky and death cannot change that.
Jeanette Winterson, from The PowerBook (via lifeinpoetry)
I ache, I never stop aching. Look at me. I wish I could step into your eyes. I wish you would close your eyes.
HĂŠlène Cixous, from The Selected Plays of HĂŠlène Cixous; âPortrait of Dora,â (via violentwavesofemotion)
This morning thereâs snow everywhere. We remark on it. You tell me you didnât sleep well. I say I didnât either. You had a terrible night. âMe too.â Weâre extraordinarily calm and tender with each other as if sensing the otherâs rickety state of mind. As if we knew what the other was feeling. We donât, of course. We never do. No matter. Itâs the tenderness I care about. Thatâs the gift this morning that moves and holds me. Same as every morning.
Raymond Carver, from The Gift (via soracities)
hey does anyone know the fastest way to clean up milk thatâs covering every goddamn i nch of the  kitchen floor
i know a galâŚâŚsheâs on her way
thanks
So when you ask me why I cannot love you more calmly, I answer that to love you calmly is not to love you at all.
Jeanette Winterson, from The PowerBook (via lifeinpoetry)
You canât ever be really free if you admire somebody too much.
Tove Jansson (via quotemadness)
All these syllables and all I think of is you. You are truth to me.
Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
sometimes the things we love, will kill us, but werenât we dying anyway? i forgive you for being something that will eventually die. perishable goods, fading out slowly, little human, i wouldnât want to be in a world where you donât exist.
âand were you being good to yourself?â by Warsan Shire (via yearsofmagicalthinking)
do people actually read books while in the bathtub
how do you not get everything wet
One of my favorite pieces of artwork by the amazing & talented
Soey Milk
(via TheCutestTroll)